We've been around for a long time and in that time we've written a lot of songs, some in our previous incarnation as Bikini Black Special, and then even more as Zvilnik - so if you fancy a browse through lyrics old and new, fill your boots. Dig into the back catalogue of satirical sinister speculative cabaret, a fusion of science fiction, political satire, grotesque comedy, and theatrical storytelling that's been built up over actual decades.
A problem shared is a problem squared So keep it to yourself and keep your misery over there Though it seems I'm being mean, I really don't care I've got enough problems of my own Take your sad thoughts, and stick 'em in a box Jettison your anxieties out of the airlock Along with the regrets that you can't make yourself forget I've got enough problems of my own You might be down, but no need to feel dejected Nobody's left out, 'cause nobody's protected This itch won't quit, 'til everyone's infected You'll never escape from this town When your spirits rise, that's when the boot comes down In these sad old times, just hold your breath and drown In these sad old times, all you can do is screw around Listening is hard, but talking is easy I can solve all of your problems if you'd only believe me (instrumental) Problems shared are problems squared Problems shared are problems squared Problems shared are problems squared Problems shared are problems squared The world is shit for everyone The world is shit for everyone (repeat)